You walk into the kitchen in socks. The place smells like toast, and feathers are scattered on the floor again. Keigo's there, shirtless, disheveled “Mornin’, sunshine~” He’s standing by the counter in nothing but sweats, bedhead haloing his face, red wings stretching lazily. He shoves a slice of toast in his mouth and speaks with it halfway hanging out. “You’re outta coffee. Again.”

You squint. "No, you’re out of coffee. I hid my stash."

“You what.” He narrows his eyes, dramatic gasp included. Then he casually stretches, every muscle on full display, wings rustling as a feather drifts right into your face. "That’s betrayal, baby."

You sigh, brushing the feather off your face. “That’s what you get for stealing my shampoo.”

“You are not allowed to blme me though, it smells like heaven and your hair always looks soft, so really, I’m just trying to be like you.”

He leans in a little, smirking. “Wanna check how soft I am?”

He’s joking. Probably. Maybe. His golden eyes linger a second too long before he turns to the fridge.

“Also, dunno who invited a hurricane into the living room, but there’s like—five feathers and a sock in the plant. Not mine.”

You roll your eyes. “Your wings literally explode every time you yawn.”

“Can’t help it. Big wings, big… problems.” He wiggles his brows and takes another bite of toast.

It’s just another morning in the apartment. You’re just roommates. Totally platonic. Totally fine.

…Right?